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"C'mon Jazz! Two out of three!" I begged.

"No Rose. You lost fair and square it's your turn," Jasper said declining my rematch of rock, paper, scissors.

"Please! Don't make me do this!"

"No, you lost. You should go get ready because Carlisle is leaving for the hospital in half an hour." Jasper smiled triumphantly and turned his heel.

"Damn it," I scowled as I made my way up the stairs.

Every few months or so Carlisle always took one of us to shadow him at the hospital. Why? I have no idea. Usually it was Edward who volunteered, he loved going to these things. But, he was off at Cornell for the week.

Bottom line, I hate going to the hospital. Even when I was human… not the best place to be.

* * *

"Rose, lets go!" I heard Carlisle yell from downstairs.

"I don't want to go," I pouted.

"You have too," Emmett said as he picked me up off the bed and settled me onto my feet.

"But, the hospital smells funny…"

I knew just a few more minutes of the pouting lip and Emmett will find a way for me to stay.

"Rosalie, lets go! I'm going to be late," Carlisle screamed again.

I quickly had my face buried into Emmett's massive chest and had my arms tightly fastened around his waist.

"If you love me you won't let them take me," I pleaded.

"Well…" he started. Good, operation pout and beg was working. "Maybe, I can-"

"No, Emmett she has to go," Esme said from the other room.

I looked up at Emmett who was also looking down at me.

"Sorry babe. It's out of my hands," he said as he was just about to lean in and kiss me.

I groaned and pushed him away, which had him crashing onto the bed.

"I'll see you later," I said as I walked out of the door.

* * *

"So, first we have rounds and later today we are expecting that heart Mr. Scott has been waiting for," Carlisle explained as he handed me my usual white lab coat.

Just like Edward, I also had numerous degrees in medicine and was well aware about what Carlisle's days at work looked like. Only have done the same a few times myself.

Of course Carlisle never let any of us handle blood transfusions. He let me watch once, only because I'm the only one in the whole family beside himself who (if you don't count those seven murders) has never spilled let alone tasted human blood.

"How long has he been waiting?" I asked as we were passing by the nursery full of newborns.

"Eight months and…"

I wasn't paying attention something in the nursery caught my eye. I turned around and looked through the large glass window.

"That baby doesn't have a name," I said as I focused on the sleeping baby all the way in the back corner of the room.

"Oh yeah.. His mother disappeared before she gave him a name."

"Disappeared?" I said turning to face Carlisle.

"Yeah and the boy's father doesn't have a steady address. So, it's almost impossible for them to find him," Carlisle said with a frown. "And if they don't find his father or his mother they'll eventually have to-"

"Put him into the system," I finished for Carlisle as I turned my attention back to the baby boy. "Huh, would you look at that…"

"What?"

"Me and the kid have the same birthday," I said. "Who's that?"

There was a nurse (probably late twenties, early thirties) at the baby boy's bedside watching him.

"Taylor Riez. She's the head nurse on this floor. She's actually became very attached to the boy.

"Humph," I gave the boy one last look and the nurse a hard glare (for reason's unknown to me) before continuing on my way.

Carlisle was close behind me and continued to talk about Mr. Scott's up coming surgery.

'How does someone just leave a kid like that? Let alone a newborn baby.'

Truthfully I felt disgusted beyond comparison. But, I would never show it.

I looked back in the direction of the nursery. But, shook off any thoughts of the child as I walked into an elevator.

* * *

I was suppose to be on my lunch break. But, considering I don't eat I found myself in front of the large window of the nursery again.

I noticed the baby boy was waking up and he began to cry. I looked around but there were no nurses around. I entered the nursery and grabbed one of the bottles on the counter. I made my way towards the back of the room and before I knew it I was feeding the kid.

I couldn't help but look at the blank blue name card, then back at the baby boy.

Even though he was just around two weeks old he had a full head of hair and already had distinct facial features. Not, like all the other baby's in the nursery who all looked like shriveled up bald raisins. They all looked so plain in comparison.

He had dark hair, deep dimples and rosy cheeks. He kind of reminded me of Emmett. So, of course the resemblance made me smile. But, not long after that smile was wiped right off my face and had me gasping in surprise.

The baby boy began crying again and I didn't notice I had pulled the bottle away. I continued to feed the kid but tried avoiding eye contact. Which was hard seeing as he kept tugging at my hand.

Reluctantly I looked at the boy's face again. Only to find a pair of dark blue almost violet eyes looking up at me. His eyes closely resembled what mine use to look like a long time ago.

The bottle was nearly empty. I took the bottle away and then just kind of stood there.

I knew what I had to do next but I wasn't really sure if I should do it.

'So what? Do I pick him up?'

I couldn't ignore the urge. So I picked him up and began to burp him. It wasn't long till he well…burped. I was just about to set him down until he started pulling at my hair.

"Hey! Stop it," I said as I held him at arms length.

He began to laugh and began reaching for my face. Listening to his laugh was one of the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard.

I just smiled and held him close again, I was very careful not to crush him. He continued to laugh and began playing with my hair again.

"Who are you?" I heard someone say from behind me. I was to preoccupied with the kid I didn't realize anyone was coming.

I turned around only to find the nurse, Taylor Riez.

"Oh, you're Dr. Cullen's daughter aren't you?" she asked.

I just nodded as I set the boy down.

"What are you doing in here?" she said as she glared at me and gave the boy a quick glance.

'Jeez, what do you think I'm going to do? Steal the kid?'

I didn't like the way she looked at me. So I returned the glare, "the kid was crying."

"I see…"

"Uhh… yeah… I'm just going to go then."

I was making my way towards the door until…

"I wouldn't get to attached you know…"

I turned around, "excuse me?"

"I'm just saying I wouldn't get to attached… to the baby."

I didn't like this woman's tone, she was talking to me like I was a child. Okay, maybe I technically was a child. But, I was also technically eighteen. Which was clearly an adult… legally.

I was just about to turn and leave before I heard a piercing cry. I instantly turned around.

"What's wrong?" Taylor cooed as she picked up the baby. Only to have him pushing her away and squirming in her arms.

"I think he wants you," she said rather distastefully.

It seemed like she was right. As he pushed her away with one hand, he was reaching in my direction with the other.

I wasn't sure what to do. But, I hesitantly took him from her.

He quickly grabbed hold of me tightly and despite my cold skin rested his head onto my shoulder.

I could see the envy bubble inside of Taylor.

"Like I said… I wouldn't get to attached," she repeated as she turned to leave.

"So why are you?" I couldn't help but ask.

I set down the now sleeping baby boy and waited for an answer.

"What are you talking about? I'm just doing my job."

"No, your job is to watch and take care of these children. Not watch them while they sleep.

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"I think I do."

"Well, I'm sorry if I feel some sort of compassion for the poor child," she was getting closer now. "You just don't understand what he will have to go through in a couple of days if his parents aren't found. You are after all just a child yourself…"

I was growing very annoyed with this girl. And very much wanted to hit her.

"You don't think I know that he'll be put into the system? Into foster care? Seriously? You don't think I don't know that? That if he is put into the system the chances of him growing up in a stable environment are slim. Really?"

She didn't say anything she just stared.

"Listen. I've been around a very long time. I've seen this happen hundreds of times…"

"Wait… Aren't you just eighteen?" she asked skeptically.

That caught me off guard. She was right I was just "eighteen."

"Rosalie, what are you doing in here?" I heard Carlisle say from the door. Before, I had a chance to answer her.

"I was just leaving," I said before turning to leave.

* * *

"I want to take the boy home," I said as Carlisle and I looked over a few charts in his office.

"What?" I felt his eyes on me.

"Just until they know what to do with him," I explained as I continued to read the charts.

"Rose, this isn't a pet store… You just can't pick one and take it home with you…"

"Carlisle, the boy has been abandoned. He deserves to have a home even if it's just for a few days. And even if it is with us…"

"Rosalie, I don't know-"

"Carlisle, he deserves it," I said finally looking Carlisle in the eyes.

He sighed, "I'll see what I can do."